Red Cocktail Dress

You try to wiggle the door knob free. You even try shouting for someone to let you out. Eventually you realize it’s futile and sit down on the changing room bench.

Eventually the door opens and the woman hangs a red cocktail dress on the nearby hanger.

“Please-”

“No need to thank me miss,” she says with a smile as she closes the door again.

You rush to it, only for it to be locked.

“I’m not letting you out until you try it on,” she says, “You’ll look great!”